Michael Connelly The Crossing Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You said you liked the pastries from this bakery. It took me a while to find it." I stared at the logo on the carrier bag. Indeed, I'd been partial to this bakery in the past. I'd asked Xavier to get them for me before, but he refused, claiming the bakery was too far away. And now, he'd flown over ten hours from Caswell to get to Lyondale and found the same bakery on one of the streets of a foreign city. I took the bag but didn't open it. "Go home, Xavier." "I'm not leaving unless you come with me."

After failing to find me, Nicholas Jennings said grimly, "Astrid Rhode, I don't have time to play games with you. You haven't answered your phone or contacted me in four years. How long do you still want to hide? Maddie has just won the Best Actress award and cannot allow such groundless rumors to ruin her reputation. The window of opportunity for managing this PR crisis is closing fast. You must come out immediately to clarify that it's you in the video!"

Brett got out of the car first, and she slowed her steps to answer the call. On the other end of the line, a voice said, "Miss Jenner, I'm terribly sorry. Just now, Chrishell escaped while we weren't paying attention…" A surge of anger welled up in Heather. She was just about to curse them for their incompetence when the sudden, deafening roar of a car engine screeched nearby. Heather looked up just in time to see Chrishell barreling toward her in a car, driving like a madwoman. Stumbling, Heather tried to dodge, but her foot caught on something, and she fell beside a pillar.

“If you touch me that way were going to have a major problem on our hand Conner. We should be hiding, asleep in fact.” “You look too perfect not to.” Warm hands caressed my face and then down my body leaving a trail of fire in their wake. BANG There’s blood. Everywhere. I’m being pulled. I can’t fight. I don’t fight. They killed him. The love of my life. They’ll kill me next. Tears run down my face as I succumb to my faith.

“Don’t mention the kidnapping lightly. I need answers. “Why did you transfer money to the kidnappers?” Harold and Margaret’s faces drained of color. Isolde laughed. She held my arm, eyes gleaming. “Your family really knows how to scheme. “Stage a kidnapping, cash in on a life-saving favor from Cassian, and shamelessly try to make him marry your disgusting daughter!” She covered her mouth to hide her grin. “Of course, I have no problem with second marriages in general, I just have a problem with one particular person.”

Chapter 117 In the cover of darkness, Connor descended a hidden staircase concealed beneath a seemingly ordinary storage unit on the outskirts of the city. The dimly lit corridor led him to an underground bunker he had meticulously designed for utmost secrecy. It was a place where secrets were shared, alliances formed, and strategies hatched. Tonight, it was the setting for a crucial meeting with Orlando, a trusted confidant and a key player in their mission to take Michael down.

--- 11:25 AM — D Sector, Palehook Crossing The bridge was not new—but new-acknowledged. A weaving of polyroot crossing that curved but did not snap underfoot. Kids crossed it unhesitantly. The elders crossed it slowly, some for the first time in years. Elira crossed it carefully, hand tracing the balustrade. Caelan, on the opposite side, shouted, "Still certain about your weight?" "I'm counting on the threads," she shouted back, "and on the hands that bound them."

I thought everything was going according to plan. I grabbed a pair of joggers lily gave to Connor and I put them on, “What do you mean?” I asked Connor, and he lowered his head. “Well, he crossed the border when he saw a woman being sexually abused, so he tried to help, but seems it was a trap for him” Connor explained to me as I clenched my jaws. One of my guys was dead because of Jason. “What time is the meeting tomorrow? It seems it’s about time that we showed our faces to them” I clenched a fist

“You… you all know?” Miles steps forward, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, Dolores. We’re not exactly blind or deaf.” Connell’s smirk widens as he leans against the doorframe. “And let’s just say, I’m not complaining.” Dolores’s eyes narrow at Connell. “You could’ve knocked.” “We could have,” Connell admits with a shrug. “But where’s the fun in that?” “I don’t find it too fucking fun at all,” Miles grinds out.

For the past day, we’ve been traveling as wolves with Kenna riding on my back, but we’re closing in on the border between the Highlands and the Roguelands now, and we paused to take a break, and Kenna demanded to walk. So, we’re walking, and I’m watching Kenna and Flynn tease each other, and I’ve been purposefully slowing my pace to give them more space. They get along, and while his obvious flirting grates at every single one of my nerves, she’s smiling. She’s also giggling and blushing as Connor, and I walk a few yards behind them down a rough trail leading out of the heavily wooded mountains. “This doesn’t bother you at all?” Connor asks quietly as we walk side by side down the trail.